Political fashion

So what becomes a candidate most? Perks.

While Donald was deporting Muslims, Hillary was ordering shmattes. Thursday, 3:30ish, Madison and 72nd got shut like it was the UN.

Cops, security, a trail of three vehicles with diplomatic plates. Three guys in one, two in another, one in another. Hillary getting a private Ralph Lauren fitting. Green jacket, smiling, clambering out of her black van, she spent an hour and a half.

Might another long-jacketed pantsuit be far (pardon the expression) behind?

More cereal for Moore

Michael Moore — so left that even his car won’t turn right — ordered Chinese food, screened his new doc “Where To Invade Next” for his building’s residents, and explained his film reports paid vacations in Italy, free college in Slovenia, better school lunches in Bordeaux — but “the USA has Cap’n Crunch, which I love.

No supermarket in France has 157 choices of breakfast cereal.”

A true patriot. Our forefathers should’ve stuck that in the Constitution.

Odds & ends

Should Santa be hunting her, Oprah’s Christmasing in the South Seas . . .

Sirio, absent from his Le Cirque, expects to be back for the Christmas party . . .

Stupid Me Department. I was on NY1 this week. Interviewer Errol Louis also replayed a segment of mine from years ago. Stupid me is wearing the identical Christmassy red wool outfit on this week’s interview that I wore years ago . . .